45 | Henry
A FEW HOURS after the game has ended, Georgia softly knocks on my bedroom door. The whole team had gone out to celebrate at Stetson's right after our win. I’d invited her to join us, but Georgia insisted she stay behind to finish preparations for Glow in the Garden.
“Henry?” Her gentle voice is muffled by the closed door, yet my stomach still flutters at the sound of it.
“Come in, gorgeous.”
She creaks the door open slowly, peeking her head through first before fully stepping over the threshold.
“How was Stetson’s?” she asks, sitting beside me on the bed.
“Eh,” I reply, shrugging my shoulders and pullingher into a hug on my lap. “Would’ve been better if you were there.”
She rolls her eyes and attempts to hide her lips curving into a smile.
“Whatever. Come on, we have work to do!”
She attempts, just barely, to escape from my grasp in order to grab her backpack – undoubtedly to retrieve stacks of paperwork, phone numbers, and last minute to-do lists.
“Baby, we’ve got everything figured out. The flyers have been passed out, the vendors are secured. All we have to do now is wait.”
My phone rings on the desk beside us, causing us both to jump. I groan as “MOM” blinks and flashes across the bright screen.
“Aren’t you gonna answer that?” Georgia asks, her tone concerned. “It could be important.”
“It’s not,” I reply, more impatiently than I’d like.
She looks at me, one eyebrow raised in reaction to my cynical tone.
“Henry, what’s going on? I mean, I know you said she wasn’t that active in your life but… it looks like she’s trying.”
The phone screen flashes to black with one final ring, the room suddenly falling silent.
“It’s not that she’s not active in my life, Georgia… I’m not active in hers.”
She looks at me, green eyes narrowed in concentration, as if trying to read my thoughts. After a few moments, her expression softens.
“Do you want to talk about it? If you don’t, I won’t pressure you.”
I think for a moment, unsure of what to say.
I never tell anyone about my Mom… but, if I see a future with Georgia – and I do – she’s going to find out about her eventually. I might as well say something.
I clear my throat and allow my eyes to meet hers. Her gaze is gentle, yearning, as if she wants me to know that she’d never judge me or make me do anything I don’t want to do.
I love that about her.
“Well,” I start, my voice trembling slightly. “Basically, I haven’t really talked to my Mom for two years. You know how my Dad died of cancer, when I was a senior in high school?”
Georgia nods softly, saying nothing.
“That was… really hard on me. My dad was my hero. I grew up wanting to be just like him – the captain of the TU Titans football team. Him and his best friend, Donald—” I wince saying his name, but continue, “—taught me everything I know about the game. They inspired me. My dad was the greatest guy…”
My voice breaks slightly, and I choke back a single tear welling in my eye. I almost never think about my Dad, or how much I miss him.
“Anyway,” I go on, ignoring the lump forming at the base of my throat. “A few months after he died, my Mom brought me to some fancy dinner after the Titans won a big game. I thought it was to celebrate my accomplishment, but really she was just breaking the news that she and Donald were getting married.”
“Donald?! You mean, like, your Dad’s best friend, Donald?” She asks incredulously.
I nod, my jaw tightening.
“Yep. I didn’t even know they were dating. My dad had barely been dead a year. She never even gave him a funeral.”
I pause for a moment, allowing the overwhelming feeling that I’m going to cry to pass over me.
“Anyways,” I continue, “I have never been able to forgive her. My baby sister has, and always asks me to talk to my mom and bridge that gap, but I just can’t. She actually showed up to my game a few weeks ago – the one where Watson asked you out.”
Her expression shifts into guilt as her emerald eyes well with tears.
“Oh, Henry, I didn’t know–”
“No, it’s okay,” I interrupt. “You had no idea and thought I was with Natalia. Either way, she showed up to my apartment after the game and I basically told her I wanted nothing to do with her anymore. But she hasn’t stopped calling me.”
She’s quiet for a moment, a contemplative and caring look blanketing her expression.
“Do you think there’s maybe more to the story? With her and Donald? Maybe she has something she needs to tell you…”
“Nah,” I interject, waving off the idea as my body tenses. “If she has something to say, a text is fine.”
She nods, and I can tell she doesn’t want to push me on the subject.
“Come over here,” she murmurs softly after a few moments, patting the spot beside her on the bed.
Georgia’s body is warm and delicate as she pulls me into a vanilla-scented hug, her arms so petite compared to my own that they feel almost weightless against my back. My muscles steadily begin to relax as she holds me, and I allow my weight to sink into her.
I’ve never let a girl see me like this. Crying, emotional. She’s holding me for Christ’s sake. 6 months ago, I never could have envisioned being in this position. Letting a girl hold me – sober, and not inside the dirty bedroom of a frat house. But all that was before her. With her, I can’t imagine leaving this moment. I can’t imagine willingly removing myself from her touch.
“It’ll all be alright, sugar,” she coos, placing a dainty hand on my cheek and nudging me to look at her. “Can I kiss you?”
My heart instantly starts to pound, drowning out the relative silence of the room.
I’ve had sex with this girl and the idea of her wanting to kiss me still sends me into panic mode, like a middle schooler with a crush. I really need to get it together.
“Uh… um, yeah. Yes.”
Real smooth, fuckwad.
She laughs. A perfect, gentle, sing-songy laugh that immediately brightens the room and sends tingles through my spine. I swear the moment can’t get anymore perfect, until she kisses me.
The sweet taste of her lip gloss fills my senses, instantly sending waves of calmness through me. I feel myself practically melting into her, with no clue as to where my body ends and hers begins. Her tongue gently traces the edge of my lower lip as we lean back against the bed, leaving me dizzy with desire for her. I find myself wishing that I could be even closer to her – that she could crawl underneath my skin and never leave, going with me everywhere I go, taking every breath with me, every heartbeat of mine also being her own.
Before I realize it, we’re both naked on top of my bed – but not in a porny way, like it would be with a jersey chaser. No, it’s so different from that, so much more intimate. Her skin against mine, I’m entranced by the soft heat radiating from every curve of her body. Light stretch marks paint the sides of her hips, like watercolor ripples in a vast ocean, drawing in the roughened palm of my hand like a moth to a flame.
“Touch me, Henry,” she whimpers, her half-lidded eyes glimmering in the low light of the room.
Without hesitation, I sweep my arm around her, pressing my chest against the supple cushion of her breasts. She moans as I reach a trembling hand between her legs, lightly tracing a fingertip around her velvety slit. My breath quickens as she saturates my finger, making it impossible not to think about how intoxicating it feels to be inside her.
“I want you,” she rasps, pulling away from our kiss to stare into my eyes.
I nod pathetically, unable to form words, and am immediately forced to bite back a groan of pleasure as she wraps her hand around my growing erection. She pumps it a few times until I’m fully hard, a glossy smirk crossing her lips as she feels me lengthen in her grasp.
“That’s it,” she purrs, giving my dick one last stroke before she guides the tip towards the moist entrance of her pussy.
Georgia looks down at me, her sultry green eyes flashing with mischief as she gently rubs the tip of my cock against the lips of her pussy.
“God, don’t tease me like this, woman,” I stammer, forcing a chuckle as my breath hitches.
“You know you love it,” she taunts, her slender fingers still gripping my base as her legs spread around my hips.
Before I can respond, she gently plunges my dick deep inside of her, immediately engulfing my every nerve in the wet heat of her swollen pussy. I moan hoarsely, my breath knocked from my chest, as she settles herself into her seated position on top of me.
A rush of heat floods her breasts, igniting them in a crimson hue that spreads across her chest like a wildfire. Her caramel nipples are perky, begging to be touched, and I can feel my resolve weakening with every passing second. She looms over me seductively, the soft curls of her hair framing the curve of her tits, and, without reservation, I reach out a shaky hand to grip them.
“Uh-uh,” she teases, gracefully pushing my hand away. “This time, you can’t touch.”
I begin to protest, but am instantly silenced as she flexes the muscles of her thighs, lifting herself a few inches off of my hips, before hungrily sinking back down onto my cock. She takes every inch inside of her, breathy moans erupting through her lips, and I swear I’m seeing stars as her perky breasts bounce with every thrust.
“Georgia–” I groan, eyes rolling back in my head as I go to grasp her hips.
“Hands above your head, mister,” she demands as she leans backwards tauntingly, placing both palms flat on the bed between my legs as she straddles me.
The long line of her slender body is perfectly visible from this position, from the glistening top edge of her clit to the blushed landscape of her springing tits. Her moans are low and hoarse as she transitions from bouncing to grinding, her hips gliding back and forth against my cock as I watch in awe. My trembling hands still support my neck, though they’re aching to grab onto her and fuck her brains out. Her legs are spread wide, with the rosy lips of her pussy shimmering in the low light as she rocks against me. An involuntary whimper escapes my lips as she tightens around me in waves of slippery heat, and she laughs.
“You like that?” she whispers, pushing herself forward until her breasts, swollen from arousal, are pressed against my chest.
“Fuck yes,” I groan, inhaling sharply through my teeth as she rolls her hips in a circle, clasping my throbbing dick in a vice grip. “I need to touch you.”
Her eyes meet mine, a devilish glint shimmering across her irises.
“Beg for it.”
Who is this girl?
“What?” I stammer, my brain short-circuiting as she trails a manicured finger down my abdomen.
“You heard me,” she coos, her plump lips brushing the edge of my ear. “I want Henry Anderson, captain of the football team, NCAA champion, future quarterback for the Lone Star Mavericks… to beg me for it.”
“Can I please touch you?” I rasp, my eyes wide as she sits upright on my dick.
“I don’t think so,” she taunts, the toned muscles of her thighs straining as she begins to bounce up and down along the length of my pulsing erection. “It doesn’t seem like you want it bad enough.”
Fire pools in my lower abdomen as she rides me, her hips slamming against mine in a perfect, intoxicating rhythm. Her round tits are centimeters from my face as she leans over me, the perky mounds bouncing and teasing me, and it takes everything in me not to lean forward and suck them raw.
“P-Please let me touch you, baby,” I stutter, my throat constricted as I attempt to keep from exploding inside of her.
“Tell me you need it.”
“I need it, Georgia, so bad–”
Before I can finish, she slips herself off of my throbbing dick as a naughty smile lingers across her features. She settles her weight over my face, her legs spread wide and glistening pussy inches from my parted lips, then stops.
“Go ahead and touch me, captain,” she purrs, raking a hand through my hair to position me closer to her blushed clit.
I do as I’m told, instantly gripping her firm ass with both hands as my tongue glides over her pulsating lips. She tastes salty and sweet, drenching my chin and lips as she grinds against my tongue.
“Mmm, fuck, baby, right there,” Georgia whimpers, her rocking hips growing erratic as I gently suck her swollen clit.
A loud groan escapes her as I dip my tongue into her creamy slit, the taste of her instantly satisfying every craving I’ve ever had in this lifetime. Tension begins to grow in my abdomen, my dick throbbing with need as she glides her perfect pussy against my face. She isn’t touching me, but it doesn’t matter – my dick pulses with pleasure like a spring coiling tightly before just barely releasing. I groan – half in ecstasy, half in muted panic – and attempt to distract myself, but Georgia’s quivering body, sweet taste, and breathy moans make it impossible.
She clasps my hands in hers, lifting them to her tits and squeezing hard – and I lose it. My body starts to jerk as come saturates my abdomen, my dick tightening and then relaxing with every pulse. I moan throatily, my breaths ragged while Georgia continues to rock against my thrashing tongue.
I’ve never came this hard in my fucking life. And she didn’t even touch me.
Georgia’s body trembles as I roughly circle her clit with my tongue, increasing the pressure as she gets closer and closer to finishing. She’s holding her breath, eyes closed tight in ecstasy, and I know she’s almost there. In one urgent motion, I bury the tip of my finger just inside her tight ass, immediately sending her over the edge.
Georgia’s body shakes and thighs instantly tighten around my face as she comes, her raspy moans desperate and pleading. I can barely breathe as her weight bears down on my jaw, a sensation that instantly triggers another straining erection.
Georgia’s legs quiver as the intense rush of her orgasm begins to fade and, to my dismay, she slowly slides herself off of my face and onto the plush bed.
“God, Henry,you’re so good at that… wait, when did you come?”
My cheeks flush crimson in embarrassment as she stares at my drenched abdomen.
“Uh, like three minutes ago.”
She matches my gaze, emerald eyes fiery with desire, and smirks.
“I wasn’t even touching you.”
“I guess you don’t need to,” I reply sheepishly, my face still bright red.
She leans towards me and places a lingering kiss on my neck, her vanilla perfume immediately engulfing me and strengthening my erection.
“That’s so hot,” she whispers, lips barely tracing the edge of my jaw.
She moves down my body, placing gentle kisses along my neck, then my chest, until she reaches my abdomen. My body shakes as she traces a gentle finger across my abs, circling the small pools of come and sending shivers up my spine.
Georgia’s eyes lock with mine, a sliver of white gleaming just beneath her raised irises as she looks up at me. She doesn’t avert her gaze for even a millisecond as she begins to drag her tongue across the chiseled edge of my abs, sopping up each drop of come.
“Oh my god, Georgia–” I start to close my eyes as my head leans back, until she stops me.
“Uh-uh. Look at me,” she commands, parting her glistening lips and greedily trailing her tongue down my abdomen, licking it clean and swallowing every molecule of my seed as her eyes pierce into mine.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan, my breaths unsteady as she sits up, swiping a pink-tipped finger across the corner of her mouth.
“That’s how pretty I think you are, Anderson,” she purrs, snuggling herself into my heaving chest. “Just in case you were wondering.”